a gal who was covered in sweat
wouldn't use 'the word' to win a bet.
nose in the air she drawled it slow
only horses sweat, women glow.
and the prince wed the gal he'd just met.
© 2011 Padmavani Karkera
A limerick. May not be technically perfect. Perhaps even far from it, but it sure was fun! :)
Wrote this in response to the Sweaty limerick prompt by Madeleine Begun Kane
Mad Kane (Madeleine Begun Kane) is a writer, musician, and "recovering lawyer." She won the Robert Benchley Society Award For Humor and enjoys writing limericks, song parodies, and current events haiku. Her political humour blog is here.